"Let go!" Baili Xia said with a stern expression, her voice as cold as ice.
Dongfang Jin stubbornly held on, even tightening his grip a bit more.
He was holding her so tight, as if he wanted to knead her body into his own.
Baili Xia's fingertips clenched around the silver chain at her waist, almost pulling it out to swing at him.
But now... his whole body was shaking, shaking uncontrollably. This sight made it hard for her to take a swing at him.
Helpless, she could only take a deep breath and whisper, "Let me go, please."
"No!" Dongfang Jin was as stubborn as a child. Once he said he wouldn't let go, he wouldn't let go!
"Mr. Jin..."
"No!"
"Dongfang Jin!"
"...Xiaxia." His voice was hoarse, low, and filled with a melancholic sob.
The hand that had been resting on his shoulder, trying to push him away, gradually lost all its strength.
This fool... was crying.
The hot tears fell onto her neck, scalding her skin.
